Chapter 908 – Week 9 Tuesday (4)
Celestine wanted to say something about the kiss between Idrien and Marey just now, but she thought she was overreacting to the seemingly innocent appearance of Lavela and Marey.
No, you probably think it’s weird to even kiss your lips. A tongue-in-the-mouth kiss. Is it an illusion? It must have been a mistake. Yes, you must have read it wrong.
In order to understand the situation that Cerestin could not understand, he had no choice but to dismiss the vivid deep kissing scene he had seen as an illusion.
If what you just saw was a sticky kiss that made you lick your tongue, and you thought nothing of it.
‘Not only Lavela, but also her older sisters…’
Celestine tried to suppress the shameless doubts within her. Because it didn’t make sense rationally or logically. Because she couldn’t understand.
Obviously, she must have been wrong.
“I think we should go out soon, are you really going to stay home today?”
“Oh, yes. I’ll contact you if necessary… “Because I’m tired.”
Celestine, who had been itchy all night and had barely fallen asleep at dawn, couldn’t look at LaBella’s face and muttered an answer.
Of course, when Labella and Marey leave, she will head to Marei’s room, not the guest room provided to her.
“Marey, shall we go together today?”
Celestine unconsciously frowned at the extremely rude behavior of lightly nodding her head without responding to Lavela’s suggestion, but she glanced at the fire spirit sitting on the boy’s shoulder.
Did she say Ifrit? She was cute, seeing as she was given the same name as the Spirit King. She used to call the wind spirit with whom she first made a contract Sylphy, after Sylphid.
I suddenly remembered that Illien had called the spirit sitting on the boy’s shoulder Lord Ifrit.
“… Labela. That kid. “No, is the spirit that Marei is carrying really the Spirit King?”
“Yes, a senior at school said he was checking for spirit sensitivity, and he showed up.”
Celestine smiled bitterly at the idea of expressing the Spirit King as if he were undead or a ghost and looked at the back of the boy climbing the stairs.
The Spirit King, who can be said to be a direct descendant of the High Elves and who can be formed only when the World Tree bestows its blessings on those who will inherit the throne, appeared through a simple confirmation of response.
Feeling like she was losing something, Celestine stared with disapproving eyes at the stairs leading to the second floor where she heard the sound of the door closing.
“Didn’t Lavela also sign a contract with Ifrit?”
“I forgot, but thanks to Marey, I remembered.”
This may be true for Labella, who carries on the blood of Loren, who can be said to be a direct descendant of Ravius, but a child with a mixture of the blood of a warrior and the blood of a demon is a contract with the Spirit King. It was a story that the old men of Elvenheim’s senate would call blasphemous if they heard it.
The Senate did not recognize that the existence of a warrior was created by Lauren and Lilith, but was chosen by God.
“Do you know who your father is?”
“Well, because Marie didn’t tell me what she said. I didn’t need to ask. “It’s not important to us.”
When I heard the story like this, the word family seemed appropriate. No, the more it happened, the more scandalous Marei became. Looking at Labella thinking like this, I can’t believe I’m imagining something so disgusting as a female trainer, a six-legged guinea pig, or a pet mother.
Celestine cursed Marei to her heart’s content, and before she knew it, she realized that her panties were wet, and she carefully cupped her thighs.
“Princess, are you unwell? “Her face is red.”
“Oh, no! Joe, I’m just a little tired! Yes, because I’m tired!”
She began to feel her panties getting wet in an instant. What would happen if the person she admired found out that she was so excited that her panties were wet due to delusions related to the person she was with?
The elf princess smiled as if nothing had happened and gave strength to her lower abdomen with all her might. Why is she more excited? It felt like if she relaxed even a little and the delusion from before continued, it would flow down her thighs.
No, it might be flowing. It seemed like a sweet smell was secretly coming out.
A familiar smell. No, sometimes I feel guilty and sometimes I console myself. The smell that wafted into the boy’s room yesterday while watching a lot of videos of him violating his mother.
“Well, I went in, and I think I need to take a break. Well, if there is a problem, I will definitely contact Ravella. “Don’t worry and get to work!”
Celestine walked towards Illien’s room as if she was running away.
-Boom!
And she even made a sound as if to indicate that the door was closed.
Of course, after that, the doorknob was lowered carefully so as not to make a sound, and a very small gap was opened behind her, but Labella glanced over the wall cutely and greeted her young son who came down with her luggage.
“What about the princess?”
“You went in first because you were tired. Shall we leave now?”
Seeing her young son nod willingly, Labella puts on shoes with higher heels than usual and lifts her buttocks high as if to show off.
Not only does the boy shake his waist every day to meet his young son’s demands, but he also makes time for himself and works out consistently in between his tight schedule to increase his sex appeal. The boy’s eyes are filled with his beautiful buttocks.
Pure white lace panties can be seen secretly through black pantyhose that look quite high. Marei was as if possessed by her mother, no. As she looks at the female figure, she swallows dry saliva, remembers what she said about the princess entering the room, and slowly approaches.
Of course, the time of thinking that I shouldn’t do it because the princess is there and that it would be okay if I do it in moderation has already passed to the point where it seems like Labella has walked out the door without being able to put on her shoes.
“Ah, your grandmother made a dinner appointment at the governor’s office today. “I forgot to tell you because you only left a message last night.”
Marei, who couldn’t even hear what Labella was saying as she saw the buttocks of the most usable female in front of her, twitched enticingly, unconsciously reached out and grabbed the large, smooth buttocks.
“What?! Ma, Marey… ?”
Marey’s reason, which had been holding up well for a couple of deep breaths, was defeated by instinct, and the hand of the male handling the female gently scratched the quite wet panties.
“Tsk… Well, because there is a princess… Bar, outside…”
Labella’s voice was quite loud as she stuttered, as if she was very nervous, but as Marey recalled the structure of her ‘very’ soundproofed house, she pulled her mother’s pantyhose from side to side.
-Tduduk… Pop. Pop… Jjiui profit… !
“Tsk… ! Oh, the princess is home, Marey… Bar, outside… Outside…”
“Labella, I want to do it now.”
Rather than her usual gentle seduction, Marei felt even more aroused by the embarrassed look on her face and the helpless look on her face. She pressed the center of the wet white lace panties between her torn stockings. 〉
-Tseuppuuuuu…
“Isn’t LaBella this wet too?”
“Well, then at least a kiss…” ! I’ll do it for you… Please… Please… !”
Although she was talking in a much louder voice than usual, the boy, who was more accustomed to seeing Labella howling or yelling at her for doing something wrong, did not notice anything strange and could not stand the sight of her mother smiling charmingly and held her hand. Stretch out.
At the sight of LaBella secretly sticking out her tongue, she grabs her straightened Y shirt and pulls it towards herself as if grabbing the collar. At the sight of the male acting as if to kiss her, Labella feels the white lace panties inside her pantyhose becoming damp and does her female duty.
“Ugh… Marey… Yes, Chu… Chuuuuup…”
A deep, deep kiss that continues while facing the tip of her nose. Labella’s fawning voice, as if asking someone to hear it, flows into the large living room, fades out in the connecting hallway, and penetrates the ears of the elf who is holding her breath in her room.
‘Lies.’
Celestine, unable to hear the pleading voice that Labella had just made, sneaks her ear out through the crack in her door and covers her mouth with both hands to hear the sound of her sticky kiss.
It was an ambiguously distant distance that might not have been audible if it were a human, but it was an elf. To the high elf princess, it sounds as vivid as if she were hearing it right next to her just by concentrating.
“Oh, no…” Umm… Tzuup… Oh, the princess… Umm…”
Celestine couldn’t see the sight of Labella, soaked in pleasure and heavily trained, kissing her red lips and mixing them with sticky saliva. Even though she is a woman with a nasal tone in her voice, I find myself swallowing my dry saliva with her mesmerizing beauty.
-Squeak.
“Tsk… ! Ah…”
Celestine unconsciously scratched her vaginal opening with one hand and flinched in surprise at the fact that she had made a sound.
“Labella, stick out your tongue. Jjuup… Yes, good job.”
“Jjuup… Ah, ah. Well, there… Chu, when I go to work… Ugh…”
I am relieved that the mother and son, who are engrossed in the kiss on the other side, did not hear me. No, unless you have the physically keen senses of an elf, it would be difficult to hear.
My young son glanced towards the living room during the kiss. No, the elf princess, unaware of Labella preparing for morning mating with her master, covers her upper mouth with one hand and her lower mouth with the other, closes her eyes and masturbates while exhaling harshly through her nose to imagine what is happening in front of the front door. .
